The word "pain" written by my hand

Pain

The word "pain" written by my hand
Suddenly bloated into one huge inky mess
As if absorbing aches piled from the years
The neglect, jealousy, betrayals adding it to height

The monster growing eating on the body
The moral aspect outweighing physical no doubt
Seeing the "pain" written on the sky in middle of sunshine
Life is a pain and pain is life to bear

It's in eyes of mothers losing child
In eyes of the displaced people, of homeless
Starving or neglected, of animals abandoned by owners
Of abuse victims in the tears not flowing

Coming to this world through blood and dolor
The part of every day occurrence, the normal thing
I rather do without when the choice is given
The problem is my voice is small, the destiny deciding

by Margaret Gudkov